I began watching before I could walk and never looked back. The voyeur in me still finds reasons to smile.

How have I gone through this life and not realized who Joan Didion was? At least I now have that chance and this film was a fine place to start. I know that, upon my next foray to the book store, I will be searching for her name upon the seemingly-endless rows of spines, lined up upon the shelves. My heart has been touched, both in the viewing of this and in hearing her speak, hearing her words. A thirst…